Think Twice

Disclaimer:
As always, i own absolutely nothing!

Rating:
M (for rape)

Genre:
Romance/Drama/Hurt/Comfort (and of course, where there's rape, there's angst).

Pairing:
Caskett (Castle/Beckett)

Author's Note:
The inspiration behind this story was my sheer hatred for Josh! I hate him for keeping Rick & Kate apart when they so obviously belong together! He needs to just disappear off the face of the planet! And, well, this fic just sorta hit me while I was zoning at work, the other night and I just had to do something with it!

Lyrics Used:
Lennon Murphy "No One Know"

Nobody Knows

Nobody knows the things that I know
Nobody sees the things that I've seen
Nobody feels the pain that I hide
Inside out outside in
Deep inside

Kate Beckett was exhausted. The emotions of her last case had finally caught up with her and she was dead on her feet. Unlocking the door to her small but comfortable apartment, she drowsily tossed her keys onto the kitchen counter as she stumbled down the hall to her bedroom. Within a couple of minutes, she felt for the light switch and flicked them on. Walking up to the edge of her bed, she peeled her sweater off, revealing an almost skin-tight white camisole underneath. Just as she threw the sweater into her laundry basket, she felt familiar arms wrap around her waist from behind.

"Hey, baby." Josh's voice was rugged, the voice he used when he had sex on his mind. Kate just dismissed him tiredly, placing her hands over his, trying to remove them from her waist. Her heart started racing slightly when Josh's hands weren't moving.

"Josh, I'm really not in the mood for this, tonight. It's been an emotionally draining day and I just want to get some sleep. Can't we do this tommorrow night?" She tried to reason with him. It wasn't until he replied when she picked up on an even more disturbing observation.

"Oh, baby...I don't think I can wait any longer." Whiskey. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Oh my God...He's drunk. She continued trying to pull away and gain control of the situation until Josh spun her around to face him. "Now be a good little girl and do as I say."

"Josh I said-" Kate tried to resist, but, found herself being violently thrown onto her back on the bed behind her. She had never been more scared in her life than she was right in that moment.

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid bitch!" Josh shouted, cutting her off mid-sentence. Before Kate could fight back, she felt his knees force her legs apart while his hands had her wrists pinned above her head. "Now...You have two choices." Josh's face was mere inches away from Kate's and her heart threatened to pound right out of her chest. "One. You do exactly as I say and I let you live. Not to mention how I'll rock your world." The disturbing grin on his face only settled her fear in even further. "Or two. I can just slit your fuckin' throat right here and now!" Just then, a slim silver box cutter caught Kate's eye. For a moment, she swore she actually stopped breathing for a moment. "Though, I'm not too sure how well your little mystery writer would like that choice." He taunted. Kate froze. My God... "What's his name again?" Josh twirled the box cutter in his hands while he pretended to struggle to think of Castle's name. "Something...Castle, isn't it?"

"Please." Kate was out of options. All she had left now was begging. "Please, just...Just leave Castle out of this!" She hated the satisfied glimmer in Josh's eyes but knew she would do anything she had to do to protect Castle. Her words from earlier were now haunting her. Plucky sidekick always gets killed. Detective Kate Beckett would do anything and everything within her power to keep that from happening to her plucky sidekick. Even if that meant allowing herself to be raped. "I'll do whatever you want." Tears were stinging her eyes, now as she imagined all the sick, twisted, and sadistic things Josh would do to her.

"That's my girl." He purred. "I knew you'd see reason." Kate heard the box cutter land on the nightstand with a soft clink. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as Josh savagely tore the clothes from Kate's body and then his own. Leaning down, he used the weight of his body to hold her down as he pressed a searing, animalistic kiss to her lips, tongue delving so deep within her mouth, Kate nearly gagged. Then, after what felt like a lifetime, she felt his penis thrust into her vagina violently, causing an involuntary scream to rip from her throat.

"NO! GET OFF OF ME! GET! OFF! GET-" Kate's screaming was abruptly cut short by a resounding smack across her face. Her head fell to the side where she just let it rest. She couldn't look him in the eye as he continued stripping her off of every last shred of dignity she ever had.

"I SAID SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU FILTHY SLUT!" Kate became paralyzed with fear as she heard Josh pick up the box cutter again. She shivered involuntarily at the chill of the cold metal pressed to her cheek that forced her to face him, again. "Don't forget about my little friend, here." Josh lowered his voice to a tone of pure menace and it scared the living hell out of Kate.

Kate's mind flooded with images of-not what he might do to her. But, with all the despicable things he could do to Castle. Though she would never admit it outloud, she really did care very deeply for the mystery writer. Any thoughts of losing him forever-without even telling him how she felt-frightened her into silence and she remained that way until what felt like multiple eternities later when she felt the weight of Josh's body lift off of hers. It was only then that she realized he had finished with her. At least she hoped he had.

As he redressed himself, she watched as he gathered her disheveled clothing from the floor. "Souvenirs." He elaborated with a dark, menacing smirk across his face. "So I can savor every glorious moment again...and again...and again." With a dark, full-bodied laugh, Josh turned and left a naked and broken Kate Beckett on the bed without even so much as a second's thought.

Finally, her walls crumbled around her and she allowed herself to cry freely as she drew her knees to her chest, curling into a fetal position. She cried for...she wasn't even sure how long. Minutes, maybe. Possibly hours. She couldn't be sure. Her body wracked with violent sobs as every disgusting, painful moment played back in her head. After the sobs quieted, Kate lay silently in her bed, staring at the wall, before her inner cop kicked in.

Sliding off the bed, found her cellphone on the floor, where it had fallen out of her coat pocket in the melee. The screen lit up as she navigated her way through her contacts to one labeled Britny Haralson. Pressing the green send button, she held the phone to her ear as she listened through two rings before a groggy voice answered.

"Whoever the hell this is, you better have a damn good reason for waking me up at this ungodly hour." Kate didn't take the less-than-friendly greeting personally. She just didn't have the willpower to care about anything at the moment. At least not about anything but taking her life back.

"Brit?" Her voice began shaking nearly uncontrollably as she began explaining herself. Luckily, she didn't have to say anymore before Britny realized who was calling her. She was immediately awake as her voice took on a more alert, yet more tender, tone.

"Kate?" She asked, concerned for her sister's wellbeing. "Kate, what's wrong? What the hell is going on?" She pressed on, digging for an explanation.

"I need your help, Britny." Britny could practically hear the tears streaming down Kate's face as she replied to Britny's questions. Kate didn't have to say another word.

"Say no more. I'll be there in half an hour." Kate just let the phone fall from her hand back to the floor as she curled back up into a ball on the floor while waiting for the cavalry to arrive.